Nicole was sitting on the edge of the makeup counter, swinging her legs like a smug little gremlin, her grin wide and infuriating. Every word out of her mouth was calculated to push my buttons, and so far, she was succeeding with flying colors.
"So, Zaya," she said, drawing my name out like it was the start of some grand joke. "You're telling me that you, the ice queen of love, are dating Layla now? Really? Are you sure you didn't hit your head during that fight scene earlier?"
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, my patience hanging by a thread. "Nicole, I swear, if you don't stop talking…"
"You'll what?" she interrupted, leaning forward with mock curiosity. "Hit me? Oh, please. Go ahead. But just remember Layla will hear about it. And guess whose side she'll take?"